WALLER

How was I supposed to know that the owner of the bookstore was close personal friends with Robert James Waller? That stupid book SUCKED ASS and I wasn't ashamed to admit that I was one of the few Americans left who hadn't succumbed to the mass hypnosis that the BRIDGES OF MADISON COUNTY effected.

Admittedly, I should not have admitted it to Publisher's Weekly, who called to ask our opinion of it. My co-worker Reneé made barfing motions, which I described to the PW reporter, who chuckled. I almost got fired, Reneé also dodged a bullet, and I was told that such comments constituted a "form of ceonsorship" and that I should refrain from stating my opinions unless they were positive and did I have a problem with mainstream fiction and did I know what it felt like to have my work ridiculed blah blah blah Ginger blah blah blah.

After that I stopped trying. When anyone asked for a book recommendation, I just pointed to A YEAR IN PROVENCE, and left it at that.

 

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